Transmigration: Reverse Exploitation, the System Works for Me

Where is the charming, beautiful, and refined concubine she was when she first entered the palace?

Even a random palace maid would be more pleasing to the eye and more agreeable than her.

Consort Jing was filled with suspicion and uncertainty. In the past, Xiao Yunzi would always use the excuse that Consort Zhen was so sick with longing for her daughter that she could not sleep to visit the little princess. She and her people believed that Xiao Yunzi would not be in any trouble. This time, they all used the same excuse to fob them off.

Now it seems that Consort Zhen is really not a good person!

"Please take good care of yourself, little sister," Consort Jing said with concern as she stepped forward to comfort her.

Although she despised Consort Zhen's impure thoughts, she had a clear conscience that she never intended to take Consort Zhen's life.

Consort Zhen is, after all, the little princess's birth mother. It's good that there is someone in this world who truly loves and cares for the little princess.

Zhen Huan gave Consort Jing a bitter smile: "Please forgive me, Your Highness, for not being able to rise and pay my respects. My body has been failing me ever since I gave birth to the little princess."

After discovering that her lochia was not stopping and her face was becoming increasingly pale and swollen, she knew that she must have been plotted against and harmed.

She suspected it was the food and medicine, so she stopped taking the postpartum recovery medication prescribed by the Imperial Hospital and refused to use any food from the Imperial Kitchen.

Instead, she took the money and bought rice, meat, and vegetables, which she cooked simply on a small stove. Even so, her lochia continued to flow day after day, and her face grew larger with each passing day.

After that, another symptom was added: inability to sleep peacefully.

The imperial physician was summoned to examine her pulse, but no problem was found. He only said that it was normal for the woman's lochia to last for more than a month. Her pale and bloated face was simply due to excessive blood loss.

Her insomnia was due to excessive worry, so she was given a calming soup to help her sleep.

Although drinking the calming soup did make it easier to fall asleep, it gradually lost its effectiveness after drinking too much. She felt extremely tired, yet had plenty of energy and couldn't fall asleep at all.

Zhen Huan was certain that someone had tampered with her palace, but she had no one else to rely on.

The truly skilled physicians in the Imperial Medical Academy were all already in power, and she couldn't command them at all. The remaining physicians might not be the best, but they were shrewd and worldly-wise, and wouldn't easily get involved in the power struggles of the harem.

Even if they knew what the problem was, they wouldn't easily tell her, let alone prescribe a remedy.

The people Prince Guo gave her were all palace maids and eunuchs working in various parts of the palace. The only imperial physician, Wei Lin, who was able to serve her wholeheartedly, was transferred to treat Prince Li's family and had not returned for a long time.

How could she not be anxious and worried? The more she thought about it, the less she could sleep, and her physical condition deteriorated.

This is simply a vicious cycle.

Consort Jing walked towards the bedside, and as soon as she got close, she smelled a strong stench of blood, and her expression immediately changed.

She knew that it was normal for a woman to have lochia for a month after childbirth, but under normal circumstances the amount would not be much, and the bloody smell should not be this strong.

"Sister, has the imperial physician been summoned to examine you?"

Consort Jing asked the question tactfully, and a sense of relief rose in her heart. Fortunately, she came today!

If Consort Zhen were to die during her postpartum period, then Consort Zhen, as the princess's adoptive mother, would be the prime suspect.

If the little princess grows up and asks her about her birth mother, she might doubt her out of gratitude for her birth and the natural bond between mother and daughter, thus damaging their mother-daughter relationship.

No, she absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen!

Consort Zhen absolutely cannot be allowed to get into trouble at this time!

Zhen Huan was just waiting for Consort Jing to say those words. Her trusted imperial physician was not available, and the other imperial physicians were not doing their best, so she naturally had to borrow someone else's.

"Thank you for your concern, Your Majesty. I have consulted the imperial physician, who said that I am suffering from both qi and blood deficiency. I have not yet thanked Your Majesty for your leniency, but Xiao Yunzi has been frequently visiting Xianfu Palace to disturb me in order to put my mind at ease. Fortunately, Your Majesty does not mind and is willing to lend a helping hand."

She didn't mention the little princess at all, yet every sentence she uttered hinted at her, perfectly portraying a loving mother who cared for her child but feared displeasing Consort Jing and thus mistreating the child.

Consort Jing was quite satisfied with this. It was obvious to everyone that Consort Zhen had fallen out of favor. Even after giving birth to a princess, the Emperor only restored her to the rank of Consort, without even granting her a title.

How could a powerful person like her have the right to compete with her for her daughter?

It would be best for Consort Zhen and the little princess to live, to live a life of understanding and tact.

"Sister, you don't need to be so polite. These are just trivial matters. It's just that your health..."

Consort Jing sat down on the stool that Ruyi had brought, looking at Zhen Huan with concern:

“Sister, listen to me. Although I have never given birth, I have seen and learned quite a bit.”

“It’s true that lochia can last a long time after childbirth, but the bloody smell is really strong. Tell me honestly, how does your lochia compare to your menstrual period?”

Zhen Huan was greatly shocked. Was her lochia abnormal?

Her eyes immediately filled with tears, but given her current appearance, the redness in her eyes made her look even more like a ghost, sending chills down the spines of Consort Jing and Ruyi.

"Please, sister, save me!"

Zhen Huan struggled to sit up, grabbed Consort Jing's robe, and cried pitifully, "Since I gave birth, my lochia has been as heavy as my period, sometimes even more. I even consulted the imperial physician, but he said it was just normal."

Amidst her mournful sobs, Consort Jing clenched the handkerchief in her hand, her gaze darting left and right but refusing to settle on Zhen Huan's face.

"Sister, please don't cry. Tears are bad for your eyes during postpartum confinement. If you trust me, I'll have Physician Zhou, who usually takes my pulse, come and examine you. Although Physician Zhou's medical skills are not as good as Physician Zhang's or others, they are sufficient."

Zhen Huan was naturally more than happy to have it.

Physician Zhou was quickly summoned. As soon as he stepped into the room, the stench of blood and the warm air hit him at the same time, causing his eyelids to twitch violently. When he touched Consort Zhen's pulse, the veins on his forehead throbbed uncontrollably.

Wow, what ruthless methods!

It took all of Zhou Taiyi's willpower to keep his expression straight. A person with such abilities must have connections to the highest levels, and he, a mere imperial physician, could not afford to offend him.

We must conceal our shortcomings!

Consort Jing and Imperial Physician Zhou were old acquaintances, and Consort Jing was quite familiar with Imperial Physician Zhou, so she naturally knew his principles and conduct well.

Consort Jing happened to see the brief pause that Imperial Physician Zhou made when he stepped into the room.

Consort Jing was perceptive and immediately realized that things were probably not as simple as she thought. At the same time, she paid close attention to Physician Zhou's every word and action.

Therefore, when Imperial Physician Zhou took Zhen Huan's pulse, the veins on his forehead throbbed, a scene that Consort Jing also witnessed.

This week, the old imperial physician was usually calm and composed, and his words and actions were always tactful. The fact that he was so agitated shows just how dire Consort Zhen's situation must be.